Autumn is here. In my opinion, the best time of the year. The weather was perched on the edge for a long time, unsure if summer was over, but it finally made the plunge. Trees began dropping leaves like a dog shaking off his fleas. Acorns are raining down like hailstones. And every evening brings the ever-increasing threat of frost. I love it. This is the time I build up my collection of stuff to photograph all winter long. Each time my wife and I go for a walk (with our relunctant dog), I stuff my pockets full of curled up leaves, broken twigs, and acorns clusters. My eyes are constantly scanning the ground as we walk. Once I get in my zone, it’s tough to get out of it, which can make it hard to walk. Every few feet, my eyes catch a glimpse of something with promise. But I have to be harsh. I try to only pick up the most interesting things, and even still toss most of them. If I didn’t control myself, I’d end up with bucket loads, and we’d never get anywhere. My studio already has that slightly sweet, earthy smell of drying leaves. Soon, my ketubah business will slow down for the season, leaving me with more time to photograph. I can’t wait. Did I mention, I love this time of the year?